*sings* 'Bout to use a rubber tonight, latex safe sex. Usin' rubbers tonight!
-Dre
I roll my Chevy up in Omanda's momma's yard and kill the engine. My shit so loud, I'an gotta blow the horn to let 'da bitch know I'm outside. I'm sure her old-ass momma can hear my car in her dreams.
I got out of the car and pulled my pants up ova' my ass a bit. I'an try'na look like no square, lame-ass nigga so I still let 'em hang a li'l bit, if you know what I mean.
I walked up the small path to the front door as Omanda opened it. She was looking finner 'den a mutha'fucka' too, bruh. She ain't got none on but yellow lace bra and panties. I even had to look at shawty feet this time to take her sexy ass all in. She even had on heels for a nigga! I smiled and stepped right up to the door, standing in front of her.
She was looking bad as fuck but her face was looking ugly as hell.
She had her lips tooted up and eyes rolled in different directions and shit. Shawty looked like one 'dem niggas from that She Ratchet video foreal.
"I don't know why you came here, Dre! I don't fuck disrespectful niggas."
I laughed, coverin' up my mouth with a fist. Shid, she must be jokin' 'cause she fuck everybody. And when I say everybody, I mean everybody. I stopped laughing for the both of us and grabbed her 'round her waist.
"O, you know I was just fuckin' wit' you in Richmond. I got love fo' yo' momma, girl. Real shit."
Omanda smiled and rolled her eyes befo' moving back into the house, letting me in. "Nigga,don't think you runnin' game on me. You still ain't finna hit!"
I waved my hand, fanning her lies out the air befo' it choke her momma in her sleep. I'on know CPR and a nigga ain't finna put no lips on a old bitch anyway. I walked past the lady in the chair, snoring loud as fuck before goin' to Omanda's li'l girl room.
She got faded Power Puff Girls shit every where. Every time I see it I laugh. How you a bad bitch but sleepin' in a li'l-ass, old-ass Power Puff Girl room?
She mushed my head from behind me, like she always do. "What's so damn funny?"
I didn't answer 'cause she already knew.
As soon as I layed my body on her twin sized bed my phone dinged with a text message.
I looked over at Omanda. She was at her dresser sprayin' shit, so I pulled out my phone until she was ready, you feel me?
Text Message From: Fat Boy Mack
A u go 2 klub rian fryday
I shook my head. This nigga can't spell worth a shit. I texted back.
To: Fat Boy Mack
I mite. Mite not.
I put my phone back in my jeans and looked back at Omanda. Damn, 'dat ass was sittin' right in them panties. She was still at the dresser, but was textin' on her phone now. I got up and snuck up behind her.
"You betta' not be textin' no nigga," I said lowly in her ear.
She smiled and looked up from her phone and into the mirror, smiling at me. She elbowed me in my stomach. "Boy, move! You ain't my daddy."
I grabbed her juicy-ass booty cheeks before squeezin' them hard. "But I'm make you call me daddy."
She moaned and leaned back on me. "Mmmm.... is that right?"
I licked my lips. "Damn right."
Omanda turned around and put her arms around my neck. "Don't talk about it, be about it. Lemme see," she sang slow, low, and sexy.
I smiled and lifted her up by her ass. I knew I was gettin' 'dat pussy tonight.
